Epilogue

I think I understand now.

I’ve left the forest and am now sitting outside of a CVS. I stole a notebook and pencil from there. Stealing is wrong, but so is murder. And once you’ve done that, who can honestly look to your stealing to offer you punishment.

Anyhow…I wish I could say it’s all over, but it’s not. What started as a dream ended us on one of the wildest adventures of my life, and it’s not really over I guess. I can feel something starting to burn inside of me.
Maybe that’s why he picked some kids too, because in the end he planned for this to happen.
I wonder how many times he tried to get someone to take his place?

How many tries will it take me?
I’m not even sure if I should. It hurts really bad right now. I feel like there’s a purpose to my life, a bad one, and that every second that I’m not working on it is starting to make it worse.

Now I’m in the woods. Bif’s body is still here. Mortal and decaying. I’m sad, but a part of me no longer cares. I’m reading what I wrote outside of CVS…and I can understand why that man sought a replacement. It hurts so bad.

But how do I do it? How did he go into our dreams? How did he draw us to him, how did he gain all that power? He spoke to us like a preacher…are those the sort of lies I’m going to have to tell?

I’m looking at Bif’s body. I don’t want anyone like Bif to die too.0

It’s burning.